Adventures in Cat Sitting
by Zia ~ July 6th, 2005. Filed under: Ephemera.Our neighbors with the fabulous house (that makes me want to shoot myself in envy) are in Iceland, and I offered to catsit. After all, they’re right across the alley and I’m home most of the day.
They will never ask me to catsit again.
On Day 2, I set off the alarm by punching in the wrong code. Geoff said that if I set it off, to leave and come back in an hour. So I did, poking my head around their guesthouse (which, by the way, is larger than our house, further making me want to shoot myself) to see if there were armed guards. I was safe, and I managed to enter the code correctly. Phew. Naturally, I will pay any service charge.
On Day 4, I lost a cat. (Geoff, Michael, are you reading this? Are your hearts in your throats?) He bolted out the door, which I was warned about. He didn’t come when I called, so I just figured he needed fresh air. Went back in the afternoon. No kitty. Went back late afternoon. No kitty. Went back early evening. You got it. Late evening, midnight. I was frantic.
This morning, I was about to kill myself out of sheer panic.
This afternoon–kitty. He’s safe inside the house, no worse for wear. I figure he got hungry. As for me, I’m breathing a huge sigh of relief.